Can I Still Lie Back Down?

At the Continental Elite Tournament, Yan's tongue had been knocked out. He lay sprawled on the arena floor, gasping weakly. Six members of Shrek were still standing; there was no longer any suspense in this battle.

Cheers erupted from Shrek's side. On the podium, Bibi Dong remained expressionless, revealing none of her inner emotions, as though losing the match had nothing to do with her, the Pope.

"We won! We actually defeated Spirit Hall Academy and became champions of the Continental Elite Tournament!"

"Now we can finally get some proper rest!"

"Dad, did you see that? We won!"

Tears streamed down their faces. Sob, sob... This journey had been so difficult, so far from easy!

Of the six still-standing Shrek Devils, aside from the two supporting Tang San, the others cried as they cheered toward their teachers, friends, and family, unable to contain their wild joy.

They had won. They had finally won.

Their efforts over all these years had finally been rewarded.

In contrast, Spirit Hall was filled with sighs and lamentations. The host raised a hand with a dark expression, preparing to announce the conclusion: Shrek Academy's comeback victory, its victory over Spirit Hall.

Just then, a finger twitched.

Not only did it twitch, but he stood up!

What was going on? Everyone was stunned. Shrek Academy froze. Hadn't he been knocked unconscious by Little San's Bat Wing Reincarnation poison? How had he come back to life?

Was he planning to make a comeback?

No, so what if he stood up? Even Yan, a Soul King, had been defeated. Did a mere level forty-seven Soul Ancestor really think he could turn things around? What a joke.

An enormous joke!

Xu Yu got to his feet and patted the dust from his clothes. His entire body ached, as if he had been asleep last night and taken turns being ravaged.

He could not help cursing those beasts inwardly. Those women really were beasts... After pausing, he finally noticed how silent his surroundings were. His field of view was wide open, nothing like the floor of a hotel room... Suspicious, Xu Yu looked up and saw six pairs of eyes glaring at him with blazing fury. His body immediately stiffened.

A flood of unfamiliar memories suddenly surfaced in his mind, telling him that he had transmigrated into the body of a Support System Soul Master from the Spirit Hall Team who shared his exact name. Worse still, it was the exact moment when their main force had been defeated and the match was about to end. How could his body not stiffen?

Why had he stood up? This was a disaster!

So the ones opposite me are the Shrek Seven Devils? They really look exactly like they do in the anime. Especially Zhu Zhuqing—damn, she's really huge. How did she grow that much?

And these are Spirit Souls and Soul Rings? Holding the Brilliant Gold Scepter, Xu Yu curiously touched his Spirit Soul. He also sensed the four mysterious support-type soul skills within his Soul Rings, though these four Soul Rings appeared to have mutated.

Xu Yu's country-bumpkin behavior looked unfathomable to others—perhaps even arrogant.

Casually stroking his beloved Spirit Soul beneath the fury of his enemies—if that was not arrogance, then what was?

The six Shrek Devils opposite him were furious enough for their lungs to explode. They had charged into the finals with unstoppable momentum, escaping danger every time and always standing on the side of victory. These geniuses, who had never known defeat from childhood until now, were actually being looked down upon—and by someone they had already defeated. How could they endure that?

Tang San's injury at the hands of Hu Liena and Xie Yue had already filled Xiao Wu with rage. Now, after Xu Yu's mockery, her fury erupted. Drawing upon what little Soul Power she had left, she rushed forward with quick steps and threw out a Waist Bow with all her strength.

Xu Yu panicked. He had not even figured out how to use his Spirit Soul yet! With the body of a Support System Soul Master, if he took that kick, he would be bedridden for the next three months.

That would not do. He had read the original novel. As someone from Spirit Hall, and with the Shrek Seven Devils standing directly before him in the finals, it was already impossible for him to cling to the protagonist's thigh.

Only one path remained for him: destroy Shrek, or control Shrek. Knowing the future course of events, he did not dare waste three months.

If he delayed for three months, Tang San would have already left him far behind. In the future, Tang San would crush him as easily as an ant, and he would not even have a place to cry.

Xu Yu had no doubts whatsoever about Tang San's hatred for Spirit Hall. During the future decisive battle at Jialing Pass, in order to destroy the Spirit Hall Empire's logistical support, Tang San had even considered poisoning the hundreds of thousands of civilians at Jialing Pass.

Tang San did not even care about four hundred thousand people. Xu Yu did not believe Tang San would spare him, a loyal follower of Spirit Hall.

But how was he supposed to avoid Xiao Wu's Waist Bow? By relying on support-type soul skills?

Xu Yu raised the Brilliant Gold Scepter, intending to use it like a red-hot iron rod to block the attack. At that moment, the four Soul Rings mutated through their absorption of the Power of Time and Space sent him a message: soul skills could be used in reverse.

As for how to use them in reverse, Xu Yu no longer wanted to think about it. His Soul Power reserves were still fairly abundant, so he directly applied his first soul skill, Healing, and his second soul skill, Recovery, to Xiao Wu in reverse.

With victory in sight, the corners of Xiao Wu's lips curled upward slightly. She did not believe that a mere Support System Soul Master could block her, an Assault System Battle Soul Master. As for the enemy Support System Soul Master casting two soul skills on her, that only made her laugh.

Was he trying to curry favor with her?

Haha~

It was not just Xiao Wu. The surrounding spectators were also speechless. Using support-type soul skills on an enemy was practically unheard of. This kid was going to have a hard time getting by in Spirit Hall from now on.

Forget the other Spirit Hall elders—even Bibi Dong, whose face had remained taut and expressionless, now looked slightly embarrassed. If not for the dignity of her position as Pope, she would have wanted someone to drag Xu Yu out and chop him down.

Huh? Wait.

A trace of surprise flashed across the Female Pope's incomparably beautiful face. Support-type soul skills could be used like this? Was it a Spirit Mutation, or...

Xiao Wu, whose feet had landed on the Brilliant Gold Scepter, did not kick Xu Yu flying as everyone expected. She merely froze in midair for a few seconds. Her Soul Power was insufficient, and the Waist Bow could not activate.

Xiao Wu was stunned. How was this possible? Where had her Soul Power gone? And then... pfft. The injuries she had suffered in the arena could no longer be suppressed, and they rapidly worsened. Her capillaries burst.

The scene was utterly horrifying. A perfectly lively person suddenly hemorrhaged, blood mist scattering everywhere before she collapsed into a pool of blood. It was as bizarre as it could possibly be, and the cheers came to an abrupt halt.

"Xiao Wu!"

Amid the horrified cries of her friends and teachers, Xiao Wu gradually lost consciousness.

From the spectator stands came a woman's most heart-wrenching cry. Xu Yu turned his head for a glance. Was that Liu Erlong? Her figure was so slender, and that long, straight black hair was really something.

Before Xu Yu could admire these nearly perfect characters, the furious attacks of the remaining Shrek's Five Monsters arrived. With Ning Rongrong and Oscar supporting them, the attacks of the three Battle Soul Masters—Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ma Hongjun—were powerful enough to rival a Soul Emperor. Without a second thought, Xu Yu honorably surrendered.

How was he supposed to fight this? It was completely impossible, wasn't it? Although his predecessor's Soul Power had still been fairly abundant before Tang San defeated him, most of his remaining Soul Power had been poured into Xiao Wu due to his unfamiliarity with it. He had almost none left. Surrendering was the most correct choice right now.

I hope someone can understand!

Others might have thought that the Female Pope above had only recently broken through to become a Titled Douluo, but Xu Yu, who had thoroughly read the original novel, knew that Bibi Dong's Soul Power was at least level ninety-eight, perhaps even level ninety-nine. She merely appeared unremarkable because she was distracted by undergoing the God Assessment.

Of course, even this so-called unremarkable strength was an existence ordinary soul masters could only dream of reaching.